For every position there are twenty aspirants; only one man can get it; forthwith the other nineteen are on the offensive.

People are silly enough to think that they can build themselves up with the bricks they pull out of your wall.

Pass on and leave them.

What a waste of powder for a hunter to go into the woods to shoot black flies, or for a man of great work to notice infinitesimal assault! My Newfoundland would scorn to be seen making a drive at a black-and-tan terrier.
But one day, on my walk with Nick, we had an awful time.

We were coming in at great speed, much of the time on a brisk run, my mind full of white clover tops and the balm that exudes from the woods in full leafage, when, passing the commons, we saw a dog fight in which there mingled a Newfoundland as large as Nick, a blood-hound and a pointer.